Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.